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Authors: Mariana Zapata
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weren’t a nd it sucked big time.
“Ritz?” he asked in a softer tone than I’d ever imagined hearing from him. The dry, bored tone seemed to be a staple in his vocal cord usage.
I groaned. “My name’s—“
“Ritz.”
“No,” I told him—well, his neck.
“Look at me,” he said but it sounded more like an order.
I didn’t want to, and I knew he knew it too.
“Babe, look at me,” he repeated the command, still in that lax, casual voice.
Slowly, like a snail making a long trek, I rolled my eyes over to his face, taking in the flawless bone structure staring back at me from over demon flesh incarnate.
When my eyes landed on his bluest of blues, he frowned. That handsome, angled face shifted in uncomfortable displeasure. Should it have been a surprise that a look that resembled guilt seemed so foreign to him? No. “Chill out, yeah?”
I forced that same look he'd copyrighted onto my face. Flat, plain, and emotionless. “Sure.”
He blinked. “You’re lyin’.”
I tried to take a step back. “Goodnight.”
Dex's hand whipped forward to grab the hem of my shirt, stopping me. “Ritz.” His tone was insistent.
“That’s not my name.”
He chose to ignore that. “Will you look at me?” he growled, exasperation dripping from his words. That soft voice disappearing in an instant.
I looked at him but felt a million miles away.
Dex cut the distance between us, towering over me. His brilliant eyes searched over my face, resting on my mouth for a brief moment before looping back up to my eyes. "Son already bitched me out."
I tugged on my arm. "Goodnight."
“Babe," he said, tugging on my button-down. "I got a bad temper and that was a crap day for me. I say shitty things when I'm pissed . "
Sure, because it was that friggin’ easy. He had a shitty day so he could call me names behind my back. Right. Made total sense. Not .
Dick.
I just stared back at him.
“Just let it go, 'kay? It drives me fuckin' crazy you won't look me in the eye,” he breathed. "I don't do this awkward shit, babe."
“If I look at you from now on will you leave me alone?” I asked him in a whisper.
Something shuttered across his eyes. “You’re not gonna let this go?”
My chest flared with white hot anger. Getting fired would be better than quitting if I was standing up for myself, wo uldn’t it? Sonny was my brother, he’d understand in a heartbeat if I explained. Then afterward, some kneecaps would be busted.
There was always the job at the damn strip club. Lord.
Schooling my features, I leaned forward to close the short distance between us to a microscopic one despite the near foot in height difference.
“It’s not everyday someone I don’t know calls me a fucking idiot, then insults my clothes and my time management.” I looked him right in the eye, not caring that he winced. “I’d say I’m sorry that I had to ask you for help, and that I can’t pretend you didn’t hurt my feelings, but I won't. If you would've showed me what to do slower or not rolled your eyes each time I wrote something down in my notebook, I wouldn't have had to. I'm not stupid or an idiot or a moron or whatever else you've called me.” In all honesty, I hadn’t intended to tell him he’d hurt my feelings but once the words were out in the universe it was a done deal. Whatever. I couldn’t take them back so I had to stand by them. “And now, I’m just pissed off, and I want to go home.”
And Dex, Dex just looked at me with those irises the same shade as a crayon. “Yo u don’t know what it’s like to have a shit day, princess?”
Princess?
Princess?
This dickwad had no clue.
I sucked in another breath, steeling myself. I wasn’t going to be a pushover again. No. Friggin’. Way. I was done. If I could get fired, it’d be better than leaving on my own. So I laid it out on
“Ritz?” he asked in a softer tone than I’d ever imagined hearing from him. The dry, bored tone seemed to be a staple in his vocal cord usage.
I groaned. “My name’s—“
“Ritz.”
“No,” I told him—well, his neck.
“Look at me,” he said but it sounded more like an order.
I didn’t want to, and I knew he knew it too.
“Babe, look at me,” he repeated the command, still in that lax, casual voice.
Slowly, like a snail making a long trek, I rolled my eyes over to his face, taking in the flawless bone structure staring back at me from over demon flesh incarnate.
When my eyes landed on his bluest of blues, he frowned. That handsome, angled face shifted in uncomfortable displeasure. Should it have been a surprise that a look that resembled guilt seemed so foreign to him? No. “Chill out, yeah?”
I forced that same look he'd copyrighted onto my face. Flat, plain, and emotionless. “Sure.”
He blinked. “You’re lyin’.”
I tried to take a step back. “Goodnight.”
Dex's hand whipped forward to grab the hem of my shirt, stopping me. “Ritz.” His tone was insistent.
“That’s not my name.”
He chose to ignore that. “Will you look at me?” he growled, exasperation dripping from his words. That soft voice disappearing in an instant.
I looked at him but felt a million miles away.
Dex cut the distance between us, towering over me. His brilliant eyes searched over my face, resting on my mouth for a brief moment before looping back up to my eyes. "Son already bitched me out."
I tugged on my arm. "Goodnight."
“Babe," he said, tugging on my button-down. "I got a bad temper and that was a crap day for me. I say shitty things when I'm pissed . "
Sure, because it was that friggin’ easy. He had a shitty day so he could call me names behind my back. Right. Made total sense. Not .
Dick.
I just stared back at him.
“Just let it go, 'kay? It drives me fuckin' crazy you won't look me in the eye,” he breathed. "I don't do this awkward shit, babe."
“If I look at you from now on will you leave me alone?” I asked him in a whisper.
Something shuttered across his eyes. “You’re not gonna let this go?”
My chest flared with white hot anger. Getting fired would be better than quitting if I was standing up for myself, wo uldn’t it? Sonny was my brother, he’d understand in a heartbeat if I explained. Then afterward, some kneecaps would be busted.
There was always the job at the damn strip club. Lord.
Schooling my features, I leaned forward to close the short distance between us to a microscopic one despite the near foot in height difference.
“It’s not everyday someone I don’t know calls me a fucking idiot, then insults my clothes and my time management.” I looked him right in the eye, not caring that he winced. “I’d say I’m sorry that I had to ask you for help, and that I can’t pretend you didn’t hurt my feelings, but I won't. If you would've showed me what to do slower or not rolled your eyes each time I wrote something down in my notebook, I wouldn't have had to. I'm not stupid or an idiot or a moron or whatever else you've called me.” In all honesty, I hadn’t intended to tell him he’d hurt my feelings but once the words were out in the universe it was a done deal. Whatever. I couldn’t take them back so I had to stand by them. “And now, I’m just pissed off, and I want to go home.”
And Dex, Dex just looked at me with those irises the same shade as a crayon. “Yo u don’t know what it’s like to have a shit day, princess?”
Princess?
Princess?
This dickwad had no clue.
I sucked in another breath, steeling myself. I wasn’t going to be a pushover again. No. Friggin’. Way. I was done. If I could get fired, it’d be better than leaving on my own. So I laid it out on
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